Page 21 of Mercy

Something about how unexpected it is.

You don’t even know me.

True. But I’m using my imagination.

Okay. And what are you imagining?

Hmm…

I’m picturing you in a cardigan. Button-up blouse. Tight pants in a fun color, like orange or purple. You like your clothes, but they don’t show off your body well. And it’s a great body.

I bet you work a lot. You love your job. You’re in management or something where you’re in charge…obviously.

And I betyou don’t have sex nearly as much as you should.

I force myself to swallow. Looking down at my outfit, I start to wonder how much I could have possibly given away in our limited conversation, but then I realize that was a generic answer.

You got all that from my blank profile?

Was I right?

I’m wearing a dress today. It’s black.

I smile to myself as I add the next part.

My cardigan is red.

I was close.

I don’t wear clothes that show off my body

because clothes were made to cover your body,

not “show it off.”

I do work a lot, and I do love my job.

I own a company, actually.

What about the last part?

The part about sex.

Somethingbetween my legs tingles at the thought.

I’m not answering that.

Haha, so that’s a yes.

I mean…I’m on this app.

I feel like that should say enough.

Well, I’m on the app, and I get laid plenty.

I let out a groan.Just like that I’m reminded that he’s twenty-two. He ruined it with one line.

I’m sure you do. Lots of vanilla sex.

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